Ooc: Log AWKQUARD
Gokudera felt heavy, like the bed beneath him had swallowed him, and there was an uncomfortable something against his stomach. He shifted lightly, frowning and pushing his face down into the sheets. As he took in a deep breath, he noted that the bedding smelled sweet and there was a distinct lack of cats, cigarette smoke, and expensive cologne. The Storm Guardian gave a light grunt and turned his head so his cheek could press on the soft bed beneath him. As he slowly woke, he heard the soft sound of breathing beside him, and a comfortable smile spread over his lips. His eyes slowly opened and the light filtered in between his silver eyelashes to make out a sleep-blurred figure beside him. Oh, it was just Manda. She looked so peaceful when sh- WAIT. Gokudera's eyes shot open, his pupils retracting with the sudden intake of light. He inhaled sharply, trying to hold in a startled cry and the sudden panic that flooded into him. He'd.. been.. where had he-? How did he get here? What was going on? His eyes darted about as he searched for something that might explain the entire situation... Maybe a large sticky-note somewhere reading 'HAVE FUN BABYSITTING' or 'APRIL FOOLS, GOKUDERA-KUN' He wasn't able to find one, but he wasn't sure what to do. He was stuck. He was getting cold, and it just occurred to him that a certain part of him a certain exposed part was trying to stab into the bed and his lower stomach.
Miranda, still very much asleep, did not feel the panic that was just radiating off the boy next to her. In fact, she was so comfortable that she took a deep breath and stretched, her leg brushing up against Gokudera's bare one. The Exorcist exhaled, snuggling back into the covers and pulling them closer to herself.
Gokudera felt his body freeze up as her leg touched his. He gulped audibly and slowly moved his hand out from under the blankets covering them in front of his face so he could push himself up in the bed as quietly as possible. Please don't wake up. Please don't wake up. Please don't wake up. He chanted in his mind, keeping his wide eyes on her calmly sleeping form. He had to get off his stomach or he'd be thinking about his discomfort on top of the fact that he was sharing a bed with his friend. Who was a girl. This WASN'T Yamamoto. He sat in the bed, looking about wildly for some pants. Had he been drinking? Why did his pants always vanish?!
Even in her sleep, the Exorcist felt the bed dip slightly as the Bomber pushed himself up. Her brow furrowed. What was this kid doing? "Gokudera.... go back to sleep. It's not time to walk up yet" she grumbled, though it was slightly muffled because half way through the sentence she dug her face more into the pillow. Couldn't the little one giver her a break for once?
Gokudera held his breath when she stirred, but released it slowly in a trembling sigh when she covered her face. So... Had he been drinking? He didn't smell alcohol ANYWHERE. He didn't have a hangover. He ran a hand through his hair and frowned harder, confused while looking about. Yep, this was HER room. She knew he was there. She was dressed. WHAT HAD SHE DONE?! Despite the bit of anger welling in the pit of his stomach, he didn't want her to see him. It was already awkward enough without bringing attention to it. The silver-haired teen scooted further away from her and tried to think of a reasonable excuse to wake up, "Bathroom." He muttered, trying to move his legs over the side of the bed yet keep himself covered. Maybe he could use the shirt? Gokudera pulled it up over his head and frowned at it. That wasn't his shirt! What the hell?
"....bathroom?" she grumbled, slowly rising by propping herself up on her elbows. "Do you need me to go with you?" Miranda muttered, her head hung with forehead still in contact with the pillow. She blinked a few times, trying to let the sleep wear off and the early morning sun enter them. Her hair, however, fell sloppily all around, obscuring her view. She scratched the back of her neck. he was a big boy. He didn't need her, right?
"No. Go back to sleep." He ordered quietly, trying his hardest not to freak out. As long as she didn't realize, then maybe... WAIT WHAT IF THIS WAS A TRAP?! He gripped the blankets tightly over himself and glanced at her over his shoulder. He had to get out as fast as possible without having to streak through the ship. He didn't even know how far her room was from his. Gokudera's stomach sank and he raised the knuckle of his index finger to his mouth, chewing at it. Pants... I need to find some pants. His eyes narrowed and he pulled the covers off his lap, inwardly groaning at himself for getting into such an awful situation. He slid off the bed and stood with his back to her, trying to get a better view of the bedroom floor. Maybe he'd dropped them or something?
"Well, I can't go back to sleep now that you've woken me up" she grumbled, running a hand over her face and the top of her head to clear out the strands of brown hair that were blocking her eyesight. She turned slightly to him, eyes still adjusting to the faint sunlight that streamed into the room. She felt and heard a slight 'thump' as he stood on the floor. And now she was staring at a tall and rather dark silhouette. Confused, Miranda sat up completely now, rubbing her eyes. She tilted her head slightly, removing them, and stared at the silhouette for a moment, processing the information. Then she screamed.
Gokudera jumped and whirled about slightly, taking a step back and glancing about as though someone was coming at him with an attack rather than screaming in shock. "AH! I-I!!" He reached for the nearest object he could find to cover his nudity; a small dynamite plushy. Gokudera held it in place with one hand, holding the other up disarmingly, "WOAH! C-C-C-CALM DOWN!! I! I!" His face was stained a dark red. He didn't know what to say. Was he sorry? It wasn't his fault, right?
Miranda grabbed the pillow she had previously buried her face in, and promptly re-buried it. She could feel her face BURNING at a nuclear level. Oh god. THIS IS WHAT SHE HAD BEEN AFRAID OF. What was she supposed to do now? Welcome him back? No. Especially SINCE HE WAS FACING HER AND COVERING HIS MANHOOD WITH THAT DAMN PLUSHIE SHE HAD MADE FOR HIM. UGH. Why didn't she think of storing a pair of his adult clothes in her room just for this occasion THAT SHE KNEW WITH HER LUCK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN.
"Listen.. I..." Gokudera wanted to say he could explain. But he couldn't. ".... F-Fuck." He took the opportunity to uncover himself while she wasn't looking. The young man grabbed a blanket from off of the bedroom floor and wrapped it about his waist. "I didn't mean to- I'm sorry Miranda-san!" Gokudera bowed deeply. WHAT WOULD HIS BOSS THINK IF HE EVER FOUND OUT?! What would he do if Yamamoto knew?!
Ok, woman, CALM DOWN. BREATHE. IN THROUGH THE NOSE, OUT THROUGH THE MOUTH. She shuddered slightly, pulling the pillow away from her face enough to peek out at him. Oh good. At least he was covered. Her face didn't stop glowing, though. Miranda dropped the pillow into her lap now, still viciously digging her fingers into it, though. She opened her mouth to speak, and closed it, several times actually. GRAH. She drug a hand down her exasperated face. What the hell was she supposed to do now?! Should she start explaining, or just let him ask the questions. "Y-youwerefedabluecarrot" she sputtered out quickly, feeling her face go hotter for some odd reason.
Gokudera slowly raised his head and his frown was so heavy, his eyes were cast in shadow. "What?!" He growled. He could easily punish himself for being an idiot, but if he was fed a blue carrot, that meant he'd be taking someone out. The teen's hands twitched and he cast his glare about, still searching for his pants. Then he might find his dynamite. SOMEONE was going to die.
"Well not technically fed one...." she mumbled, clinging onto the pillow more, afraid of him. Argh, she knew this was going to happen. Why why why why- "Theysomehowmessedwithyourcigarettesand.....yea" Miranda tried smiling, but it looked painful. "....welcome back?"
The blush on his cheeks was dissipating, and as he lifted his head to glare down at her, his eye twitched. "Who?!" He said through grinding teeth.
"F-Fujiko.....BUT" Miranda shrunk a little under his glare, but found enough strength to defend her friend. "I-it wasn't adult Fujiko! You called little-her a brat and little-her just wanted revenge for that. Older Fujiko is VERY VERY VERY sorry" Oh god Gokudera please stop glaring at her like that.
He blinked as a cheerful voice giggled in his head 'We're friends, right?' and then held up a hand to his temple. "Fujiko?! So.. I should have known that stupid woman had something to do with this..." Gokudera cast his glare at Miranda's innocent bedside table. He was silent for a moment, trying to organize all the questions in order. First, the most demanding. "Where the fuck are my pants?" He grumbled something about needing a cigarette, not even caring that his cigarettes had been tainted by little Fujiko. He'd just grab a new pack, and then a few dynamite, and maybe pay Fujiko a little visit.
"Um.... in your room. You can borrow a pair of mine, though?" Miranda asked innocently, glad he wasn't glaring at her anymore. She was still terrified out of her wits though, and her hands clawing desperately into the pillow in her lap showed that. God she hoped he didn't find the note. Maybe she could snatch it up and get rid of it before Gokudera had a chance to read it? Where had she left it? Her heart sank. Little-Gokudera had folded it up all nicely and left it in on the dresser in his older self's room.
"Fine." Gokudera said, his glare now gone and replaced with a simple scowl. "Why the hell was I naked?" He asked, trying to sound like it hadn't scared the piss out of him only minutes ago. This sort of thing happened all the time.. yeah... he could handle it. Could she? The young Storm Guardian looked down at Miranda, "And... here?"
".....the naked I'm not sure about. M-maybe..." The Exorcist rummaged around the bed, and felt laugher bubble up in her throat, but kept it under control for fear of inducing the teen's wrath. She wasn't sure whether to touch it or not (it was little Dera's boxers anyways...or what was left of them), and instead pointed to the ripped and ruined fabric. "Here because..... little you was afraid of sleeping in your own room because of Uri"
Gokudera looked as though he'd swallowed something awful, and the blush returned to his face full-force. "I-I see." He really really wanted to curl in on himself and die. If he had his dynamites with him, he could use a smoke bomb and walk out unseen, but noooo he hadn't started carrying around anything really threatening until he was older. The silver-haired teen just stared at her uneasily, unsure of himself and not wanting to ask any more potentially embarrassing questions.
Miranda noticed his stare (honestly, a blind man would have seen it), and covered her face with the pillow again. "G-go on and put on some pants. Y-you'll feel A LOT better" the Exorcist said, though it was muffled slightly by the pillow. Oh god. She hoped he didn't remember anything. He hoped he wouldn't be upset with her. Gah. Maybe she should just take up Fujiko's offer and go to the sub....
"Like hell I'm going through your clothing to find a pair of pants." Gokudera crossed his arms. Besides, it was still very uncomfortable to move about so he was going to wait a little bit. Every second was going to kill him though, he knew that. He sucked up his pride and his discomfort and approached the bed, bending forward and taking the shirt he'd been wearing when he woken up, and sliding it back on over his bare chest. It was a little small, but he didn't care. He'd worn tighter.
Miranda nodded, slipping past him and walking over to her closet, feeling his eyes on her all the while. Good god. She needed to stop blushing and feeling so damn awkward. Ok. FOCUS. PANTS. The Exorcist frowned, determined to keep her mind off of the half-naked teenager that stood naught but a few feet away from her. “Here” she said, pulling a dark blue pair of jeans off the hanger and returning to his side. “These are a little big on me, so they should fit you just fine” The woman than promptly crawled back into bed, her back to Gokudera, and brought the pillow up to her face again so she wouldn’t see him changing. Or maybe she was trying to smother herself and end her misery.
"I'm sure all your jeans would be big on me." Gokudera said, taking them from her. "Since you have hips and all." He rolled his eyes when she turned away and he put them on. As he'd expected, they were a little big for him and he bit his lip, releasing them and watching them off his bony hips. He sighed, embarrassed by EVERYTHING. "It's fine. They'll do. You can stop that." The fact that she looked ready to kill herself did nothing to make him feel better.
"Well, it's not like my hips are that big" she rebutted, letting the pillow drop into her lap and turning to face him. Her blush had dimmed down quite a bit (probably from the lack of oxygen), but it flared up slightly again. Maybe she should have given him her smallest pair of pants.... "So....um......" Miranda fidgeted nervously. "......what now?"
"This never happened." Gokudera glared at her and took a step forward, keeping one hand gripped in his right front pocket to hold the pants in place.
Miranda shrunk back from him, feeling the urge to cry. After all she had done for him the past week! But... this probably was for the best. At least he didn't seem to remember anything... She nodded vigorously. "U-understood"
"I don't know what the hell happened, but I'm going to find out." Gokudera turned around to leave. "But this morning never happened, Manda." He glanced over his shoulder at her, a small worried look on his face that eased his eyebrows up. If she had any last words, now would be a good time to share them.
"Y-yes. O-o-of course not" Miranda said, taking the blanket that was still on the bed and twisting it nervously in her hands. So he was leaving now? Obviously, since he was waiting for her to say something. But what could she say? That she enjoyed having little him around? No; that would be strange. For him not to be upset with her? No; he would wonder what she did to make him upset. Argh. Maybe just... "I thought you said you weren't going to call me that?"
Gokudera's face went blank and he blinked, "I-I did?" He blushed and turned his face back to the door, wanting to slam his forehead against it repeatedly. Maybe then he'd remember. How come it came out so easily, then? "Sorry.. uh. I forgot." The dropped his hand from the doorknob and turned to walk back towards her.
Miranda smiled slightly. So the little one was still buried in there. "I don't mind, though, so you can keep calling me that, if you want" Wait. So he wasn't leaving?
He bent down and picked up the dynamite plushy. "Keep forgetting shit.." He muttered and rolled his eyes, straightening back up. Gokudera cleared his throat. "Maybe." The teen replied, lifting a hand to give her a farewell as he pulled open the door and peeked out. When he could tell no one was coming down the hall, he sighed in relief. "Take care then, Manda."
Let’s hope it stays that way she thought, following his movements as he got the plushy. Miranda lifted her own hand in farewell. "You too, Ha-Gokudera"
Gokudera's eyes widened in surprise as she started his first name and cut off, but didn't address it. He walked out, shutting the door sharply behind him and then taking a deep breath. He was going to need more than one cigarette to calm his nerves, and he was going to open his pack a little more carefully. The boy didn't want a repeat of... whatever had happened.
Miranda sighed in relief, and fell over on her side, pulling the covers back over her head. Maybe she should hide out in her room for the next few days. Hide from Gokudera. Catch up on the sleep she had missed this past week.... The Exorcist sighed. She missed him already.